per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

From the place of mountains echoed,Heart of Sun and Heart of Moon;Smoking mirror lurking in the deep places,Far below the street of whispered voices,Shades passing, slow, forever, leftwards away-Carven night and star-silver flickerLying quiet, smooth, sweat-cradled, while iceSplinters gently pierce, nectar sipping,And buzzing claws rake a shape, openingA cocoon, unfolding wings upon me.Suspended in compassion, my sight is caughtBy the wall-hung map, as paths uncoil within-Some thing old and new, atom-sharpAnd ocean-deep, flutters into life.

1/30/2011

It was a marvelous BTW. Many thanks to all- zammis and kmusser for hosting (and zammis for doing acupuncture work during... she put a couple of needles into me for my ink, and it was intense, to say the least)... pathweaverdana for organizing... Captain Gordon for his genius and craft... everyone who brought food and love and presence.